Ladders

I’ve been climbing ladders,
rungs cold in my palms,
and hard on my feet,
searching for the right place to fall.


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Burn Me

I know I’m playing with a bonfire,
dancing at the edge of danger,
and risking a blister or explosion.
I understand the pain it could cause,
or the morality it could singe,
but I like the warmth
radiating from your flames,
and I don’t want to let them die out
before they thaw the ice behind my ribs.


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Picture Perfect

I painted your portrait
in my mind
so I could never forget
the curve of your lips,
or the shine in your eyes
when you smiled.
I mixed colors for hours
to perfect the lakes
never still in your gaze.
I compare you to my artwork,
understand the difficulties
of capturing beauty
in its entirety,
and realize I could never
do you justice.


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Taken

I remember the way you broke me.
Slowly,
like a carpenter
testing all his shiny new tools.
You chipped away at my body
until it crumbled under your touch.
You picked away at my mind
until it flaked and fluttered from my head
into a pile of rubble
for you to rummage through.
You stole my remains,
because all that I offered
just wasn’t enough
for the man that had everything.


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Witness

I watch
as she takes in more pills than she can swallow,
choking on the medicine
supposed to relieve the ache
of the strain on her lungs
from her mind’s refusal
to let her breathe in the oxygen
through the ash.

I watch
as she drowns the pills
in cheap liquor,
dissolving the lump in her throat,
but refuse to listen
as she screams.

I watch
as she drains herself of voice,
and claim
I never knew
because she never spoke;
watched,
but refused to see;
a murderer,
you cannot convict.


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